Congo Novels & Stories

Eleven Years Later Reagan “Momma, are we going to see Tessa,” my daughter, Cammi, asks. We’re pulling into Rich’s pack lands having caravaned our way here from out west. It’s our first real vacation since the pups were born. We’ve come back home for short periods of time and the family has come to visit us for the birth of each of my seven children, but since the birth of our youngest seven years ago, we haven’t really taken a family vacation.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

He winks at me. I shake my head and tried to ignore him as soon as the waitress serves his order. He thanked her with his low voice and looked back at me, “You mentioned, country.” He says. I nod, “Yeah and you said Australia.” I smirked. He pulled his forefinger up, “It can be a country and a continent.” “Right.” I snort as I shake my head as I take another slurp of my pasta. “Is your name somewhere in Asia or South America?” He asks before a taking a bite from his penne pasta. “North America?”

asked 'Tara, "you are right, my name is Zack, am from the Yoruba tribe from the Lagos state of Nigeria?" replied Zack, and he smiled, "My name is 'Tara a Yoruba girl from the Ondo state of Nigeria meet my friends Rachel, a Benin girl from Nigeria, and Mimi our Johannesburg girlfriend from south Africa" 'Tara says and smiles and moved closer to Zack, while Rachel reacts and says, "why should you Introduced us to him as if you are closer to him more than us, please don't play smart, if you tried to act smart, you will know better",

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Aranjo shuddered, even though she was a goddess, because she had never seen so many corpses. "Who-who are you?" Aranjo stammered as he looked at the General. "We are the soldiers of Qiyang Kingdom! I'm General Ming Hao!" said the General. The Qiyang Kingdom was the strongest kingdom in this period. They are famous for being strong and ruthless. In every war they always win, thanks to the greatness of their generals. Aranjo looked at the general, the man was the general who was so exalted by His Kingdom. "Why are you attacking us?" asked Aranjo back.

Angus said with shrug when Liam threw him a look of ‘ what the hell are you saying bro ’. “ what ? I might be right ” Angus said. “ you're wrong he can't kill his mate as he will die too have you forgotten oh I forgot you don't have a mate yet ” Liam said. “ what do mean by that ” Angus threw Liam an angry look. “ I'm just saying who knows if Claudia is your mate ” Liam said wriggling his brows. “oh please she isn't i would have felt the connection, whereas I can't accept her as my mate either ” Angus said as he turned around to look at the giants and giantess who were drinking and laughing.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

I played some Congolese music from my phone. The home theatre was a high quality one and enhanced all the sounds and made the music very enjoyable. It always feels good to hear Bill Clinton Kalonji's voice. The music I was playing was 7è leçon by Les Marquis de Maison Mère. The group consists of three of my favourite singers, Bill Clinton Kalonji, Jus D'ete Mulopwe and Ferre Gola.

d-da dagger " i stutter, "Ahhhh cant the bitty baby handle anything bigger" Shannon taunts in a baby voice making me angry "an guess what baba baby when iv whipped your arse raw infront of everyone, when your bleeding all over the floor and Luke is so discusted with you that he rejects you, well then im gonna give you your last big humiliation, as your Luna i will reject you from the pack, ill banish you and make you leave naked and bleeding infront of everyone, so they can see hoe useless you are"